I had a moment of pure joy yesterday. It was a cool day here in Chicago, sunny and the leaves are beautiful colors. I drove from my house to Target to pick up some last minute things for Baby C's Halloween party. Free Fallin' came on the radio and I blasted it and sang along and all felt right in the world.
And then I came back to reality. The hub has been sick for 5 days, Char has been sick and is teething, I'm working myself into the ground at work and we're all cranky as hell. I just threw out the rest of the Halloween candy as I know that stuffing my face with chocolate all day has not helped the mood issue.
Char was adorable yesterday. He had six friends over in the afternoon. I had to work for most of it, but came up for a while and took some photos.
Here is something completely out of left field, but it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate sippy cups. They just gross me out. I know that I have a super keen sense of smell, but come on. The hard plastic holds odors. I cannot stand picking up a cup before pouring milk in it and smelling dish soap. And don't get me going on those stupid plastic valves. It is impossible to feel like one of those has actually been sanitized. Plus, I'm constantly fighting with my husband over it as he forgets to take them out and clean them separately from the cup. Twice now, I've pulled out a valve before I gave it to my guy to find moldy milk gunkus inside. I am constantly yelling at B, "You're going to kill the baby!"
Yeah, I'm a bit on edge as of late.
Monday night, Tori Amos at the Auditorium Theatre second row seats. I need a lip gloss boost in my America.

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